June 1, 2011

picking my teeth

dear image of the afternoon diary,

imagine how you felt on your worst day ever- on the day when you skin felt tight, your clothes ALL seemed made of polyester, your feet were heavy, your eyes cross without help, you cried when the toast burnt, your words mushed together like potatoes- but this was okay with you. just think if you were happy feeling like that everyday- ALL DAY long and liked feeling this way. i couldn't do it, but people get used to feeling like shit and before you know it- it's their way of life. that's when the poor choices are made and life long changes get cemented in stone. fucking sucks to be you. wake up- i want to be with you. i always walk on air because my head is always in the clouds. imagine what it is like to be me. i never know from day to day what is supposed to be funny and whats not because it is all funny to me. how would you cope with that? life is a big joke, or mine is anyway, and i like it that way. i do. from one extreme to the other- i kinda see how that could work. but i cant be with someone unhappy with their time here on earth. up for grabs is how things will go, if you see the smile in my eyes- i imagine you'll know.